Why am I such a knob?

In Istanbul I lost my camera one night, simple as that. This night however, I dropped it into my pint of beer while trying to take a pic. Of all the fucking places for it to fall. Some people have cool stories about the death of their camera… it fell while on a yacht in the Mediterranean, while water skiing, while making passionate love on a beach. Me, I drop mine into a pint at a shitty lesbian bar. Then for the rest of the night I watched it slowly die, each shot getting crapper and crapper, until it was game over.

Being a knob is expensive, and embarrassing. Like when you’re out at dinner and using your hands to tell a story and bash the bottle of wine everywhere. The crowd leans back.. aghast.. what ARE you.

I’m just a kid. Leave me alone.

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